I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.
Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail.
It's not a house, it's a home.
You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.
We're living in times where men commit crimes and crime don't have a face.
Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.